‘Let’s go call Carter, huh?’ I repeated. ‘You know what happens when people have to fight giant lobsters in the movies. They send for the police, and the police send for the National Guard, and the National Guard drop atomic bombs on them. Well, let’s go do that.’ ‘For God’s sake don’t joke about it,’ Dan snapped. ‘There’s a boy dead in there.’ ‘I’m not joking,’ I insisted. ‘I’m just tense. I’d just rather be out of this place. Now, shall we go?’
